what I think about when I’m not running….

From the YouTube description…. “Imagine an Island in the Indian Ocean: mountains, rainforest..a population passionate about trailrunning, a race going on it’s 20th edition. We are on the Island of La Réunion, A Trail Running Island – enjoy !”


I’m still not running….in fact, I’m stiff in the back, having hurt myself contorting last Monday, trying to organize a pile of huge packages in the restricted space we have in our office.

So….right now, I’m stiff in the back.

Of course, it only flares up if I sit for a long time.

A long time…like delivering mail for 6 hours at a drive.

Oh well.

Here’s Killian….out in the world….enjoying his friends and the new people he meets….enjoying running.

That sounds good.

I like to listen to anybody who’s enjoying their life.

Man….I enjoy my life, too !

I need to get this “back thing” back to normal.

I have a lot of stuff to do.

kiss my psychic booboo


Our youngest child, Sparrow, is expressing her occasional displeasure more vocally these days.

That’s what happens when you’re three.

A person is just getting up to speed when they’re little.

They’re learning.

Anyway, Jenny said that lately, if Sparrow gets a booboo that needs to be kissed, that it’s hard to get it right.

Even if Sparrow points to the exact place on her head that needs some comfort, you can never kiss it right.

Maybe it’s just a ploy to get a bunch of kisses?

I don’t really know.

Anyway, you have to try and try and try….kissing a concentric circle around the injury, until, either the saturation point of comfort has been reached or you actually kiss the spot that needs kissing.

That’s funny.

Of course, Sparrow yelling, “NOT THERE!!! NOT THERE!!” doesn’t necessarily make her radically kissable.

Who wants to kiss somebody who’s yelling at you?

Probably….a parent.

Probably a parent, I guess.

You keep trying until you get it right, maybe.


I was thinking about all this and thought that Sparrow isn’t really so unusual with her demands.

All of us “big folks” have our own ways of screaming for comfort.

But until the comfort matches what we think we need, and we get it in the way we think is going to help us, we want the comforter to circle around the booboo, all while we’re quietly crying out, “not there….not there…not there…” ….sometimes not really understanding what “there” is….or, even, where “there” is.

I don’t really know….just something I was thinking about in between mailboxes.

That’s funny, though, that when we’re “hurting” or in distress of some kind, often we’re farthest away from being able to tell anyone what we really need to heal back up.

Maybe it’s all a ploy to get more kisses?

I don’t know….

Just because we don’t kiss the “booboo” on the first try doesn’t mean we need to give up.

Maybe we just need to do the best we can….when we can?

The best we can.

Check this out….(who wants to go to jail?)

Discovered this site the other day…looking for different ways to live.

“Different ways to live”?

What the heck does that mean?

They’ve built up a nice place.

He said in the video that living offgrid in parts of Colorado was illegal.

I’m sure there are parts of Colorado where that’s your only option….so that would be a way to get around that rule…but…

Check out his chicken house!

Check out his beautiful blue outhouse!

Somebody is going to be watching what you’re doing…all the time….if you live in the “right” place.

Better move somewhere where nobody cares what you do.

Where’s that?

Check out their site at www.anamericanhomestead.com

all the noise

When you fall asleep during the second half of any performance, no matter what happens, for you, at least, it’s going to be a cliffhanger.

That Super Bowl was a cliffhanger….big upset.

And…how about that Lady Gaga performance?

That was actually pretty impressive.

I wouldn’t want to jump off the lip of something high up like that.

I’d be making a lot of noise, but it wouldn’t be anything like singing.

I think that it would be more like squealing than singing.

Oh, well.

Whether I was really into the music or not, from a performance standpoint, that was a pretty high energy and interesting show.

She’s a great artist.

I just don’t really care.

All this noise….it’s all too much sometimes.

seventeen dollar bicycle

hot rock

We bought Nate a little mountain bike yesterday at the Goodwill.

We already have an old Marin that’s jet black….muy macho….but it’s a little big for him, so this will be a good option for a while.

When we take off the pink bell, it will transform into a boy’s bike….with flowers on it.

Boys like flowers, too.

That’s cool.

I’m glad the bike was blue.

I love these cheap bikes.

Where can you have as much fun on something that you spend seventeen dollars on?


Of course, on our road there’s a million giant trucks….some flying rebel flags from the beds….driven by teenage boys seeking masculine identity and their own high-speed place in the world….so we worry about letting the kids out to ride around on the street.

But, still, a bike is a great freedom inducer.

Sometimes, you find a bike that’s a great deal.

That’s the beauty of the thrift store workers not really knowing what they’re doing.

If he doesn’t crash it and mangle the bike, Sparrow should inherit it at some point.

That’s good.

It’s a blast to have some bikes.



“I’m glad you called. Roger needs to talk to you about the Jeep….”

bad jeep front end

“I’m glad you called. Roger needs to talk to you about the Jeep….”

Those are words you never want to hear your mechanic say.

I told Jenny that taking your car to the mechanic was like going to the doctor….no matter what you tell them is the trouble, they’re liable to find something else wrong that needs attention.

Yesterday, an expensive job turned into a really expensive job.

When you have a Jeep that’s falling apart, something is bound to be wrong with it.

That’s one of the laws of the universe.

I needed to replace the steering gear box (the old one was leaking…and binding) , and because my vehicle is used for mail delivery and is RHD (Right Hand Drive), parts can be fairly pricey and hard to come by.

I ordered a rebuilt steering gear from an outfit out in Washington State….and, in addition to the one ball joint that I knew was bad, took the Jeep in to have it replaced.

What the mechanic wanted me to know when I called him to check on the vehicle was that all the ball joints were bad.

All of them.


Of course, when a ball joint goes bad….really bad….it’s hard to control the car.

Worst case scenario, one of them breaks and the wheel starts flopping around and you can’t steer at all and you go flying off the mountain.

Even worse, all of them could break and you pray that your vehicle would turn into a hovercraft as it soared high above the trees, becoming one with the scenic vista as it rose and then fell, becoming one with the beauty of it all….becoming one with history and what “used to be”.

That, of course, would….suck….worse.

So, it’s important to fix all that stuff.

It really is important. No matter how cheap I am, I know how important it is to be able to steer and to be able to stop.

They called me later and told me that all the power steering lines needed to be replaced, too.

The nuts around the lines….the ones that go into the steering gear, had rusted (to the line) on both of the lines.

(What does Homer Simpson say? What’s that noise? DOH!!!?)

So….I can buy the right hand drive version of what costs 20.00 for a LHD Jeep….for 116.00….and then scrounge the metal fitting that the low pressure return hose clamps onto and hope that we can figure out something that works.

Oh…back in the shop, I asked about the U-joints at the axles that were laying on the floor, part of the Jeep’s front end that was eviscerated and spread on the cement under the lift, and when I picked them up to check, both of them were bad.


Those parts were cheap, though.

And because everything was ripped apart already, they weren’t going to charge me a lot to change them out.

I do almost all our work on the vehicles out in the gravel….but I’m glad that I took the Jeep in to have it worked on.

It’s a lot more pleasant when you can put it on a lift and move it to where it’s a little more ergonomic to work on it.

When I saw that it was all the ball joints that needed to be replaced…and that the lines were frozen solid….and that the u-joints were all bad (again) , it changed my luke warm enthusiasm for learning how to fix something new on the Jeep to “stone cold enthusiasm”.

I wasn’t even remotely excited about struggling out in the cold anymore….trying to save us some money.

I’ll go through a lot of pain trying to save us some money….but it’s good to let someone else struggle with it all sometimes.

This Jeep is going to be fixed and I’ll go out and deliver the mail again….but it sure is easier not to work and not to worry about all this stuff like busted Cherokees.

That’s life, though.

We live….we work…we worry.

Sometimes, we worry about stuff.

Freaking Jeep.


(The Jeep in the picture isn’t mine, but it’s a front end picture that’s pretty horrible. Can you tell that something’s wrong with this Jeep?)

in New Zealand, everyone does this….

I showed Jenny the last video I put on here….the one I used yesterday about the 2 acre reclaimed forest….and she said something along the lines of not being surprised by it….that lots of people in New Zealand did stuff like that.

So….everybody in New Zealand does stuff like this?

No…..that wasn’t what she said.

She said that lots of people do stuff like this….in New Zealand.

“Lots” and “everybody” are two different things.

The trouble with a deal like this is where do you park it after you’ve built it?

In a beautiful meadow with sheep and cows running around?


(I’m being silly. Being silly and drinking coffee. That’s a good morning, that….being silly and drinking coffee….)

That sounds pretty idealistic, actually….ideal.

New Zealand sounds good.

I think that I heard that as a special promotion, in response to Trump’s immigration changes, that New Zealand was letting us all in to live the good and pastoral life.

(Not running from…..running to.)

Well, good for them! I’m ALL IN!!

And….the most amazing thing is that it would probably be a lot easier for me to find parts for my right hand drive MAIL JEEP!!

That’s cool.

Speaking of “mail jeep”….it’s in the shop having a steering gear and upper ball joint replaced.

It’s stuff I could do…but it’s a lot less stressful having somebody else do it and just paying off the credit card.

Who am I kidding?

It’s all stressful.

Everything except parking your handmade tiny home in a field of sheep and showering on the porch of your house is stressful


How do I get to New Zealand, anyway?


This film is from happenfilms.

Their website is here….http://happenfilms.com/